Within a seed is there a longing
To sprout up and to kiss the light,
To raise to the sky, to reach the clouds
To be touched by the wind and to dance in his arms
A longing, the very meaning of existence!
Within a journey there is a longing
For the very meaning of its own destination
The traveller knows not the path, nor the end
The destination justifies the course, the moments,
Bring the contentment of the voyage.
Within my words there is a longing
To be written, through the senses to travel across the mind
To be perceived by your heart, to rest in your deep.
When the words touch you, feel my touch,
My soft fingers caressing your soul!
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